Regarding this lecture hall, Lingzi once heard Sun Haowen introduce it.

During the break between extra classes, Sun Haowen would tell Lingzi about Beijing and its universities.

Sun Haowen said: "Lingzi, in addition to Weiming Lake and Boya Tower, Peking University also has a Centennial Lecture Hall, which is very majestic."

Lingzi asked curiously: "Brother, you are not a student of Peking University, how come you know so well?"

Sun Haowen said: "Brother's school is not very far from Peking University. It is very convenient to go there."

Lingzi continued walking inside and saw a taller library. Lingzi stopped in front of the library, raised her head, and stared at this magnificent library with longing eyes. Sun Haowen had also told her about this library before.

Sun Haowen told her: "To the north of the Centennial Lecture Hall is the library of Peking University, which contains books that people can never finish in a lifetime. It is said that it is the school library with the largest collection of books in Asia. You must study hard, and one day,

If you really get admitted to Peking University and enter the library, you will know what the ocean of books is."

Lingzi raised her head and stared at the Peking University Library, recalling in her mind what Sun Haowen once said to her.

Sun Haowen said: "Lingzi, you are actually smarter than me. If you work hard, you will be better than me. Try to get the highest score in the city. If you can become the top scorer in the city and get admitted to Peking University, there will be no problem."

Reiko said: "I can't even think about it."

Sun Haowen said: "You are really hopeless, how can you be so unsure of yourself?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Reiko's mouth, and she said to herself: "Reiko, you must study hard, you must study hard, and you must get the best score."

In the Huang family's bedroom, He Qi's parents were arguing about their child.

He Qi's father said: "Although the taste is not very good, you can't have this attitude. It will dampen her enthusiasm."

He Qi's mother said: "I feel sorry for our son. Fortunately, they have moved here. I really can't imagine how they lived before."

"How else can I survive? All kinds of snacks, frozen dumplings, instant noodles, or eating outside."

"How does this look like living a good life? She is just an uneducated wild girl. If you can't give her a good look, you must treat her well."

"Praise when you make progress, and don't be too impatient. Doing housework also requires practice over time, and no one can do it well all at once."

In another bedroom, Ren Li was complaining to Huang Heqi.

Ren Li said: "Even if I don't cook it well, it won't taste that bad, right? Look at your mother's face, which looks like Changbai Mountain."

Huang Heqi comforted her: "My mother is used to the taste of my father's cooking. Even if you make it delicious, she may not be used to it."

"Then why does she still force me to cook? Isn't this deliberately looking for trouble?"

Huang Heqi gave her an idea: "Otherwise, don't you like French food? Let's cook French food for her. She won't be able to tell whether it's good or bad."

"French dinner? How can I cook French dinner?"

"If you don't know how to cook, you can learn!" Huang Heqi clicked on his phone and said, "I will search for you how to make a French meal. Let's do it as written here."

Ren Li moved forward curiously, looked at Huang Heqi's mobile phone screen, and said, "Do you want to buy an oven first?"

Huang Heqi said: "Buying and making bread, how can you do it without an oven?"

Ren Li said happily: "Yes, let's buy an oven first and then a frying pan. She has never seen the things we make. Let's see what she says."

The two were happy for coming up with such a good idea, high-fived, cheered, got up and walked outside.

Outside Mingyang's mom's wonton shop, Xiao He was making noodles outside, and she was alone.

Guo Jiajun drove over and parked not far away. He got out of the car and came to the wonton shop.

Guo Jiajun said: "Hello, Xiaohe."

Xiaohe heard the sound, raised his head and asked: "Who are you?"

Guo Jiajun said: "My name is Guo Jiajun, and I am Qing Mingyang's friend."

Xiao He said "Oh" and said, "Aunt and Brother Mingyang have gone out to buy groceries and will be back in a while. Why don't you go in and wait?"

Guo Jiajun said "uh" and said, "It's nothing important. I have a card with one hundred thousand yuan in it. Please help me transfer it to them. The password is six zeros."

After finishing, he took out a bank card from his pocket and put it on the table where Xiao He was making noodles. He didn't want Qingyang's mother's voice to come from behind: "Take your card away."

Guo Jiajun turned around, and Mingyang's mother was standing behind him. Not far away, Qing Mingyang was getting vegetables from an electric tricycle.

Mingyang's mother said: "Guo, you want to use your money to buy peace of mind, right?"

Guo Jiajun said: "Auntie, no matter what, Qing Mingyang's leg is lame because of me. I should give him some compensation."

"My son's legs are worth a hundred thousand dollars, right?"

"That's not what I meant."

"My son has been in jail for such a long time. How much do you have to pay? In the eyes of you rich people, money can buy anything? Including fame and freedom!"

"Auntie, don't get me wrong..."

"Don't call me auntie. I don't want to see you again. Take your card and get out! Get out!"

With a look of helplessness, Guo Jiajun stuffed his bank card into his bag and walked back. Qing Mingyang, who was carrying vegetables, walked towards this side. The two looked at each other. Guo Jiajun noticed that there was a unique look in Qing Mingyang's eyes.

Guo Jiajun lowered his head and walked past him.

Xiaohe said: "Auntie, I don't think he is a bad person."

Mingyang's mother said: "He is not a bad person, he is an enemy! Ignore him from now on."

Qing Mingyang took the food from the electric tricycle again and again.

Mingyang's mother said: "Mingyang, later you will take Xiaohe to buy some good clothes to wear, and see how old Xiaohe's clothes are."

Xiaohe said: "I can still wear my clothes."

Mingyang's mother said: "How many years have they been worn? It's time to get new ones."

Guo Jiajun did not leave. He sat in Liu Ji Snack Shop opposite the wonton shop and observed the situation in the wonton shop.

Just now, Qing Mingyang's eyes exuding a unique melancholy kept flashing in Guo Jiajun's mind. Through this look, Guo Jiajun judged that Qing Mingyang was not a violent person. But, why was he so violent in the first place...

That violent scene will never be forgotten by Guo Jiajun for the rest of his life——

Qing Mingyang held down a person's neck with one hand. The person's back was leaning against the wall, and he was almost suffocating him. Qing Mingyang's other hand punched the person's face one after another.

The man was beaten beyond recognition. He took out a knife from his pocket and used his last strength to smash it into Qing Mingyang's thigh. Qing Mingyang screamed...

Guo Jiajun ran over panting and watched in horror as Qing Mingyang and the man who was beaten fell to the ground.

Liu Qin, the owner of Liu Ji Snack Bar, is a middle-aged woman. She interrupted Guo Jiajun's thoughts and asked: "Are you here to eat, or are you here to see Xiao He's performance?"

Guo Jiajun asked with a puzzled look: "Performance? What kind of performance?"

Liu Qin said: "The blind man is making wontons, what is this if not a performance?"

"This is not a performance, this is a craft."

"Since you are here for her, why do you want to sit here with me? You should go sit with her!"

"How do you know I'm here for her?"

"Hey, there are so many people coming here because of her reputation. The news has spread, saying that there is a beautiful and young blind girl who can make wontons very well and quickly. When it's meal time, you didn't look.

, the seats are packed and business is booming.”

"Really, this is a good thing!"

"A good thing? Huh, it's a good thing for them. As for me, there is no business here, and everyone has gone to her place!"

"Yeah, it's quite curious that someone who can't see can still make such good wontons."

Liu Qin said dissatisfiedly: "Zhuzhu, are you sitting here with me to satisfy your curiosity?"

Guo Jiajun saw the dissatisfaction in her expression and said, "Oh, how about you cook a couple of dishes for me, and I'll eat first and take care of your business."

Liu Qin immediately suppressed her dissatisfaction and said, "This is pretty much it. What do you want to eat?"

"Just make me two of the most delicious and specialty dishes."

"Then just wait, I'll get it for you." As she said that, she turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Qing Mingyang helped Xiao He get on the electric tricycle. In addition to the blind stick, Xiao He also held a bulging bag. Qing Mingyang drove and took Xiao He to the mall to buy clothes.

Guo Jiajun saw this scene.

Liu Qin brought a plate of dumplings, a plate of steamed buns, and a plate of pickles on a tray and came over, placing the steamed buns, dumplings, and pickles on the table.

Guo Jiajun said: "What I want is stir-fried vegetables."

Liu Qin said: "I sell steamed buns, dumplings and shaomai here, but no stir-fried vegetables."

Guo Jiajun asked: "Why don't you do stir-fry?"

Liu Qin said: "How much does it cost to hire a master chef? Can I afford it for my small business?"

"Are you the only one co-authoring this store?"

"Yes, I worked as a noodle maker in a big hotel, and my skills are fine. If you don't believe me, try it."

Guo Jiajun said: "The opposite side sells wontons and scallion pancakes, and you sell steamed buns, dumplings and shaomai here. No wonder you have so few customers here."

Liu Qin's eyes widened and she said unconvinced: "My dumplings are not as delicious as wontons!"

Guo Jiajun said: "This is called homogeneous competition. If you want a good business, you still have to have your own characteristics."

"My store used to be very popular. It was because of the guy named Xiao He who came across the street that my business became deserted."

"When doing business, you must know how to adapt to changes in the market."

"Now everyone thinks that Xiaohe is quite strange. After a while, the novelty wears off and no one eats it. You can try my steamed buns and dumplings. They are delicious!" She said as she took them.

He picked up a small plate and put it in front of Guo Jiajun, pouring some vinegar into it.
Chapter completed!